"Boy," Rhys said, sounding amused. "Why in Myrddin's name do you think doing the same thing over and over is going to give you different results?"

His prick twitched heavily, in apparent response to his amusement, and the older man eyed the pink smear on his carpet with a little smirk. Then he ran his fingers through Cy's hair, tightening them just a little in the back.

"Start with licking. Don't try to run before you can walk, isn't that what they say?"